The Slow Winds Of Promises

The slow winds of promises
The gusts of anticipation
Breezes on one's back
Gales of tumult
Jet stream Harlot rides
She rides
Surfs
Slides
She slides
She slides
Sighs
Slips
Then
Tithes
To electric waves
To seven moons
To the lone eldest oak
To the darkest shadows
To the claxon call of the Raven
To the sunrise of the Heron
To the setting of seven suns
Jet stream Harlot
Rides
Slides
Calls to Darkness
Shrieks to the Wilderness
And lies waiting for